Jiang Chutian is like a conscientious tour guide, sitting in Zhengyangchun's private room, introducing how to eat roast duck in the same way.

embarrassed Qiushan, silently swallowed countless saliva, and looked at this Republic of China person with a bitter face like an idiot, teaching her how to choose duck meat, how to dip sauce, and then how to roll spring cakes...... Finally holding back the urge to feast, Qiu Shan almost saw the end from the beginning to the end with tears in her eyes, so she pretended to roll the duck meat clumsily and put it in her mouth little by little.

"Hmmm! Delicious! The crispiness of the roast duck, the sweet aroma of the special sauce, and the taste of fresh green onions filled her mouth, Qiu Shan immediately forgot all her troubles, her eyes widened, and she nodded again and again!

"It's so delicious, how can the roast duck here be so good?" Qiu Shan's mouth was full of food, and she commented ominously.

"This is a duck fed with a special feed, and the charcoal used to roast the duck is also very particular, it is the charcoal that is cut down from the fruit trees and burned, so there is a strong fruity aroma in this duck meat, which is really worth tasting." The meal was enjoyed by the guests and the hosts, but there was no way to know what the two people had in mind.

Lunch ended in a good atmosphere, and Jiang Chutian drove Qiu Shan back to his residence.

"Tomorrow you will officially go to work, just have a good night's rest in the evening, and it's better to go out less if there is nothing else to do." At the time of parting, Jiang Chutian's admonition made Qiu Shan's heart panic.

Could it be that he saw something? Thinking about the information that Jiang Chutian revealed to himself in the past two days, no matter how he thought about it, he felt that he was not unintentionally leaking secrets, but as if he had ulterior motives.

It is said that he knows that he is a fake identity, why is he dealing with himself so quietly? - What kind of heart is this person at ease?

However, with Qiushan's current little head, she just wanted to break her head, and she couldn't think of the real reason.

"If you can't figure it out, you don't want to!" Qiu Shan lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling,

"I'm going to enter that hellish place tomorrow, so I have to be prepared for anything." Thinking of Kohei Nishihara's gloomy little eyes, Qiu Shan couldn't help but feel numb on her scalp.

In that place, in order to ensure his own safety, he still carefully studied the academic books left by Yumi Suikawa.

Maybe it was because she was a little tired from shopping in the morning, or maybe she ate a little too much at lunch, anyway, Qiu Shan fell asleep after thinking about it.

Writing this, the author has to praise this stupid girl again, her heart is too big! In the afternoon, Qiu Shan studied Yumi Sukawa's academic books very hard, but she, a liberal arts student, really didn't understand what she was learning about digital data.

However, in order to stay safer in the demon cave of Haiguang Temple, she had to memorize the professional knowledge in the book by rote.

After a while, she unexpectedly discovered that she actually had the ability to never forget, and her memory was simply against the sky!

This should be regarded as compensation for the thief God to spoof her here, right? - Qiu Shan thought. Before she knew it, an afternoon had passed as she read and endorsed books like a photocopier.

I have to say that Kohei Nishihara really attaches great importance to Yumi Sugawa. The three-day vacation is a day of thorough rest to digest the fatigue of the journey, one day to familiarize yourself with the surroundings of the residence, and the other day to adjust the state and enter the work environment in the best condition.

It's a pity that this old devil's kindness was used in the wrong place, and Qiu Shan was not who he thought he was.

Therefore, as soon as it got dark, Qiu Shan put on a long coat and trousers that were easy to move and walked out of the residence. went out and called a rickshaw, said a place name, and the car bell jingled, Qiu Shan once again walked into the night of Jincheng.

The Sakura Pavilion, located at the intersection of Asahi Street and Fuso Street during the Japanese occupation, was a place of joy at that time, and it was also the venue for the famous singer from Toei tonight.

"Captain, all the team members have arrived at the designated position, and now they are waiting for the target to appear." Li Zhiming still looked like a driver in short clothes this time, pulling a rickshaw and coming slowly, and Qiao Jinshan was sitting in the car.

"Go slower." Qiao Jinshan wore gold-rimmed glasses, a long shirt, and a pair of small eyes hidden behind the lenses to look at the surrounding buildings without a trace.

"On the left of the Sakura Pavilion is the Tianjin Grand Theatre, and on the right is the Yipintang Pharmacy." Li Zhiming's pace slowed down, and while pretending to wipe his sweat, he whispered: "Wang Hu and five team members are ambushed on the roof of the Grand Theater, our people have already controlled the Yipintang Pharmacy, and in the Zhengyangchun Restaurant across the street is the hoe gang led by Sun Shiwei. ”

"Once the target appears, our people will form a firepower network from top to bottom, from left to right, and Kawashima will not be able to fly out even if he has wings." Being able to ambush so many people under the strict investigation of the Japanese, Qiao Jinshan can really be said to have exhausted all the solutions of his body.

"Hmm." Seeing that the Cherry Blossom Pavilion was completely within the range of his own firepower, Qiao Jinshan nodded with satisfaction, but he still told him: "Take care of our people, you must confirm the target before you make a move, and evacuate immediately after the first blow is successful, so as to ensure the minimum casualties." ”

"Yes." Li Zhiming nodded almost unscrupulously, and when he saw a group of Japanese military police approaching him, he immediately quickened his pace and shouted loudly: "Sir, sit tight, the golden boat dance hall is up!" A string of crisp bells rang, and the rickshaw flew away.

The increasingly heavy darkness soon engulfed Li Zhiming's young and flying figure. On the top floor of the tall building across the street from the Sakura Pavilion, Qiu Shan was lying on the eaves, drooping her two little ears and watching the people come and go.

The surrounding night is her best cover. In the inky night, only a pair of round golden green eyes shimmered with a faint green light.

Actually, to be honest, this is really not the place she should be. But there's an old saying that goes: curiosity kills cats.

When Qiu Shan was in a state as a person, her curiosity was very high, and now that she is a cat, her curiosity has doubled exponentially.

So, no matter how scared she was of such a scene, she couldn't resist the curiosity of the woman and the cat, so now, she would be here.

But fortunately, cats have a much stronger nature to predict danger than humans, and at this time, Qiushan, who is a cat, instinctively dodged the dangerous area and climbed up to the tallest building here to look down at the situation below.

The streets below were so calm, as calm as the countless days of the past that were as dull as boiled water.

The black cat's ears tugged back and forth, and the tip of its tail flicked rhythmically over and over, and from the cat's point of view, the black cat was very nervous now.

"Something is wrong, how do you look at it!" The nature of the cat made Qiu Shan smell the smell of killing, but she clearly felt that the strong, bloody killing intent was definitely not emanating from those lurking Chinese killers!

At the same time, in a flower-filled English-style manor in the British Concession, Zhao Tingjie completely lost the calm and relaxation he saw in Qiushan last night, but his face was angry.

"Commissioner Song, my senior brother, what do you mean by this?"

"Hey, junior brother, don't be so excited, didn't I explain everything, this is an order from Shangfeng." The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed kept smiling, his black and yellow face was a little sickly swollen, he puffed out a pair of goldfish eyes, and his eyes flickered at Zhao Tingjie, who was on the verge of breaking out.

"What does Shangfeng mean is to let our elites be cannon fodder, just in exchange for a chance to negotiate peace? Bullshit! Zhao Tingjie's whole person was controlled by a kind of detached anger, and those perennial cold eyes were now spewing with anger.

"Senior brother, you also saw the handwritten letter just now, it was an order issued by the bureau, what can you and I do?" The goldfish-eyed Commissioner Song spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Shit!" Zhao Tingjie, who has always regarded himself as a literati, couldn't help but burst into foul language anymore, stood up and walked around the luxuriously decorated but unassuming living room.

"No, I have to go to Xu Street to stop Jinshan and them!" Looking at the Rolex watch on his wrist, it was already about half past seven, and he was about to leave here with his leg raised.

"Zhao Tingjie, you stop me!" Commissioner Song shouted, patted the armrest of the sofa and stood up, and said sharply: "Could it be that you want to disobey the order of the bureau?" ”

"But I can't watch my brothers ......" Zhao Tingjie closed his eyes in pain and said with difficulty: "They are like fish on a chopping board being slaughtered by those Japanese, but I can't do anything, how can I feel embarrassed?" ”

"Senior brother!" Commissioner Song hurried to catch up, grabbed the junior brother who had already walked to the door, and said earnestly: "You and I are both from Huangpu, and we are both protégés of the Son of Heaven, don't stand in the wrong position." ”

"But, but those brothers of mine are all born and died with me, spilling blood for the nation and the principal, they are all iron-clad party-state elites!" Zhao Tingjie roared bitterly: "Why, why let them be cannon fodder? You guys, even if you leave Old Joe behind me! ”

"Even if you rush over now, you will be sent to death, as the stationmaster of Tianjin Station, you can't be rash." Commissioner Song's fat face turned black and red with excitement.

"Isn't it to trade the lives of dozens of our brothers for peace talks with that woman in Kawashima?" Zhao Tingjie pulled the suit and tie, and his hair, which was originally neat and stylish, turned into a chicken nest.

"Be quiet!" Commissioner Song covered his mouth and looked vigilantly at the bodyguard outside the door, he pulled him into the room and pressed him into the sofa.

"Brother, this can only be said in this room, you can control your mouth for me when you get out of this door! Dare to say that the order to sit in the bureau is nonsense, do you still want a black gauze hat on your head? ”

"I have held out in the enemy-occupied area for so many years, and this head is not intended to be kept until the end of the war. I don't want my head, but I still want a hat? Zhao Tingjie struggled to stand up, but was pressed into the sofa by Commissioner Song.